Camp Counselor Ch. 2
The night was restless as I thought over the day and what we were supposed to do tomorrow. The first day in the new area was to introduce the campers to the area, show them the showers and such, and let them get acclimated before we were to really start activities. Maybe a few ice breakers here and there for them to get used to each other and myself, but it seems that they all get along together well, except for Whitney, who resigned to his cabin immediately upon finding out where he was to stay. I put him with Dakota since they both seemed to be different from everyone else, and I figured maybe it would help them get along. Not to mention they’re the farthest from the rest of the cabins, meaning I could sneak over and get a peak from time to time... maybe slide in there when it gets late… I shook my head. It was too early for me to go for such forward thinking. I had to start off slow, but I couldn’t help but think about all the options I had on my claws.
Dakota stood out as a personal favorite. A bit of an outcast, chubby, clueless. That beautiful chocolate fur and pudgy body. Probably a momma’s boy. Eats like one with a body like that. I wonder if he’d call out to her during. Although, he seems like an easy crier, probably not the best idea to be in the bunk. Maybe luring him to the cave for some “late night gem hunting”? Show him my personal jewels. Heheh.
What about the others? Whitney, that little bear. He fits the outcast type, chunky too, but his build made more sense for a bear cub, where Dakota was just fat. But that’s what I couldn’t help but love about him. His dopey little attitude, his curves and shape… just so perfect so love, grab and just fucking... corrupt. His weak little mind just seemed so easy to shape and mold the way I would want. I just need my chance. One little opportunity to get close.
I could feel my erection throb in my shorts as I let my thoughts wonder, sighing in resignation as I slowly peel back the covers to see the thick eleven-inch member semi erect and staining my boxers, straining against the fabric. I gave it a few tantalizing pumps, shivering as more pre leaked from the tip, trailing down the underwear and dripping onto my leg. Fuck, they gave me some cute ones this year. I began to pump faster, starting to pull my cock full out before I heard a little knock at my cabin door.
I jumped as the noise pulled me right out of my depraved stupor, blinking and staring at my door, waiting to see if it happens again to make sure I had heard that sound properly.
*Knock knock*
“H-hey, Scout Leader? It’s D-Dakota… Are you awake?”
It seems my opportunity had come. “Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up, Dakota?” I ask, trying to get my erection to soften as I looked around for my shorts to slide into.
“M-may I open the door, Sir?” he asked, a notable trembling in his voice. Had he been crying?
I quicken my cleaning myself up and open the door. The moonlight almost blinds me as I look down to see the little lab in his blue jammies with bears on it with a matching bear in his hands. His face seems stained as if he was crying, small sniffles impeding his speech.
“I- I’m sorry if I w-woke you up…”
“It’s okay, kiddo. What’s up? Is there something wrong?” I kneel to his height and put a reassuring claw on his head.
As soon as I ask, he slams his little body into my chest and starts heaving, his body quivering as he began to cry.
“Whitney is too loud! H-he snores and and a-and he won’t stop or be quiet! I tried to w-wake him up and a-ask him to stop and he hit me! I can’t s-s-sleep and it makes me MAD!”
I tried to stifle a laugh as he told me his muffled woes, petting his back and letting him get it out his system. I expected him to cry, but jeez. I guess when you’re tired it’s hard to keep your emotions in check. He is nine after all. After five minutes or so of crying and sniffling, he quieted down and I slowly pulled him off my chest to look into his eyes. They were droopy, glossed over, and red, likely from the crying rather than being tired.
“Here. How about tonight, you sleep in here with me, and tomorrow we’ll talk to Whitney and see if you can either bunk with the twins or one of them with swap with you, okay?”
He wordlessly nodded, looking up at me then at the floor, wiping his eyes and snout with his arm. He tried to give me a hug, but I recoiled, causing his large eyes to widen in surprise, then hurt, as they started to water again.
“Wait wait! I’ll give you a hug, but… I think you should wash your paws first and blow your snout. You got my shirt soaked; you know.”
“O-oh… I’m sorry… C-can you walk with me?”
“Just use mine, kid. Right in there on the right.”
His sad expression brightened a little as he peaked inside my cabin, looking towards my bathroom.
“Your… c-cabin has a bathroom?”
“Mhmm. All the counselor cabins do. Just don’t tell anyone else and I’ll let you use it. Technically I shouldn’t be letting you stay in here, but you need to get some rest, so if it’ll help you sleep, you can stay. But ONLY for tonight, okay?”
He nodded again, waddling to the bathroom. I closed the door behind him and got out of my shirt and shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed and moving a few of my pillows and an extra blanket that’s kept under the bed onto the floor to make a small cot for Max. After a minute or two of rushing water and very vigorous snout blowing, he emerged back from the bathroom, looking a bit better than earlier, but obviously very tired. He looked to me and then to the floor, pointing to the makeshift cot.
“I-is that for me?”
I blink twice. “…Yes?”
“Oh.”
“Where else were you going to sleep?”
“I-in the bed with y-you?”
I crossed my legs and clenched my fist, trying hard not to let my carnal desires take over and snatch him here and now, tear his pajamas off and-
“Sorry, kiddo. I shouldn’t be letting you stay here in the first place, but if you’d like you can have the bed and I can sleep on the floor.”
“N-no it’s okay... I can sleep here. T-thank you… Also… sorry for getting you wet.”
“It’s no sweat kid.”
“My name’s Dakota.”
“R..Right. Dakota. Sorry.”
“No sweat.” He gave me a tired smile that I couldn’t help but return. Snarky little shit.
“Did I get you wet there too?” He asked, pointing downwards.
“What?” I looked down to see that I had a bit of a bulge, and it was indeed wet down the front of my boxers. Without skipping a beat, I cover myself, lay in the bed, and turn over away from him.
“Y-yeah, I guess you did, but it’s alright! It’s just water. Nothing serious.”
“Hm... I-I guess you’re right. Thank you again... goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Dakota.”
Damn it. Damn it. DAMN. IT. He’s RIGHT THERE and I can’t fucking destroy him I fuckin need him I want to rape his stupid dopey chocolate little ass so fuckin ba-
I feel a little shuffling behind me as I hear the small squeak of the lab press against me. He must have felt me tense up from his touch. I relax, my mind absolutely racing. He’s making it too easy, but I still had a plan in place. Gotta play it slow. It would be worth it. It would be worth it… My bulge angrily pressed against my shorts and I let out a small whine. I wasn’t going to sleep much, was I?
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